Hey everyone! So since I wrote that last one-shot, I've decided to just write a series of Soul Eater one-shots with a carrying wedding theme :)
I hope you like this little series, and if you have any ideas or requests, feel free to leave them in a review :D
Thanks so much!
THIS IS AN AU! (My first AU I might add, but that's really not important)
Rated T for language.
Maka pulled her black heels on roughly at the ankle as she stumbled forward, cursing the footwear out loud. She was late. Straightening out her red tie roughly against the black, sleeveless dress shirt she wore, she grabbed her keys and slipped out the door of her apartment, pausing slightly to shoot her only roommate (a small black cat by the name of Blair) a goodbye glance. She almost tripped three times on the way down the stairs, cursing her work uniform each time. As if the heels weren't bad enough, but the too-tight red mini skirt she was required to wear made stairs an impossible endeavor for her. These wedding receptions just got more and more ridiculous. It used to just be 'show up to serve in whatever looked nice', but now the patrons generally demanded their serving girls matched not only each other, but the weddings colours. Maka shook her head angrily as she hurried outside the main doors of her complex. She spotted a familiar faded blue car parked in front of the court yard. She hurried over to it and swung the door open,
"Hey Tsubaki," She sighed as she ducked into the car, "Sorry I'm late,"
Tsubaki wore the same thing as Maka, only made it look a thousand times better in Maka's opinion. Her developed 'assets' were to thank for that, she was sure.
"Not a problem at all!" She beamed down at Maka, turning the keys in the ignition, "We've still got lots of time,"
They arrived only a minute early, chatting lightly as they entered the large hall both girls were so familiar with. The hall looked alien to them as they wandered in however: the large swaths of red and black fabric draped from the ceiling, as well as the general décor was nothing like the two had ever seen. Maka knew this would be a long night.
"You're almost late," a familiar voice rang out from behind the bar, Maka cringed,
"Sorry," she said quietly, turning towards her boss: it wasn't that she was scared of her, despite her bandaged appearance and thick black dreadlocks, Nygus was actually the best boss ever. Maka just hated disappointing anyone,
"Well, almost late isn't late Nygus, so don't worry about it, right?" the head chef leaned out of the kitchen door, located just behind the bar and winked her un-eye patched eye at Maka. Nygus smiled at Marie before turning to Maka and Tsubaki,
"Just go run to the bathroom and tell Patty and Liz to hurry their shit, they found out whose wedding this was and decided they needed more makeup before they started serving this 'well to do' family, but the guests will be arriving any time now," Nygus scowled before punching something into the cash register. Maka nodded, rushing into the bathroom while Marie went over the courses being served for the reception with Tsubaki.
"Nygus says hurry," Maka said as she poked her head in the door,
"Oh, Maka! You're here!" Patty rushed towards her, smothering her in a tight hug, Maka laughed as Liz sauntered over,
"So you've heard whose family this is right Maka?" Liz bent down and whispered into her ear as Patty released her,
"No, but who in the hell chooses black and red for wedding colours?" Maka made a face, while Patty laughed.
"Maka, it's the Evans family," Liz said seriously, "As in, the God's of the music industry right now? Like, probably the most well off family in Death City, and certainly the most talented."
"Really?" Maka asked, sounding bored: she never really cared for the proud snobby type, she grew up with an absent mother and philandering father forcing her to provide for herself since she was fourteen. Now that she was nineteen and putting herself through university, she found those who had to do nothing (in her eyes, music was nothing) for their success a complete disgust to her. Maka never understood music, and that was probably why she considered making a career out of it not only a waste, but a joke as well. It had been a miracle Maka had gotten a job at such a suave and posh club in the first place, and if serving food and drinks to the rich meant getting paid more, she was fine with it.
"Yes Maka, Really," Liz looked serious, "and do you know what that means?" her look was intense,
"W-what does that mean?" Maka asked, suddenly uncomfortable,
"We can meet BOYS!" Patty jumped up and down giggling loudly as Liz beamed at her encouragingly,
"Rich boys," Liz and her younger sister chimed together as they giggled. Maka rolled her eyes. A rich, man. That was probably the worst thing she could imagine. Maka's distaste from men started with her father, and continued with almost every man she ever met. Tack on being rich to her already horrible impression of men as a whole, and things just got repulsive to her.
"I'll pass," she mumbled as the sisters raved about their perfect men. Maka trudged back towards the bar, shooting Tsubaki an exasperated glance. Tsubaki smiled at her slightly, before telling her which tables she had been assigned to in her absence. Maka groaned,
"Head table? Are you serious?" She leaned against the bar, pleading with Nygas, "Please don't make me do head table, it's just not my night tonight,"
"Sorry Hun, you have to. Kim called in sick so I have to run the bar tonight: you've been working here second longest, so you get the most responsibility. You know that Maka, come on," She sighed as she finished punching in the last few details into the bar register. Maka groaned as she walked into the Kitchen to hear the menu. It was going to be a long night.
Soul Evans loosened his black tie roughly against his red dress shirt, tapping his foot against the hard marble of his family's large foyer. He shifted his weight, fidgeting unconsciously in his fitted pin stripe suit. Looking up at the grand staircase before him (also made of marble) he scowled, crossing his arms across his chest,
"Wes! Get your ass down here!" he finally yelled up the stairs. It was bad enough his brother was getting married, but Soul was also given the (unfortunate, in his eyes) duty of being best man. Scuffing the ground with his foot again he glanced up at the big Grandfather clock propped gently against the wall. They were going to be late.
"What a drag." He muttered before trudging up the stairs. Leaving a girl at the altar was definitely not cool. He found Wes in his oversized room, fiddling with his snow white hair in the large mirror above his vanity. He messed it around in a similar manner that Soul would have, although Wes did it because he was concerned about his appearance, Soul did it when he was nervous,
"Yeah I'm coming Soul, relax a little," He smiled at his younger sibling. Straight, perfect teeth. Although he had given up caring a long time ago, Soul couldn't help but feel self-conscious of his sharp, jagged ones in such stark comparison.
"Well, you're late," Soul said, rolling his eyes and walking over to the Grand Piano situated at the far corner of the room. It was much more expensive than the one in Soul's room. Although Wes's instrument of choice was the violin, he was still far better at Piano then Soul, who poured all his efforts into it. He ran his fingers over the fallboard absent mindedly, "Planning on leaving your girl to walk up the isle to no one?" Wes snorted a laugh,
"No, but I don't want to disappoint her," he paused for a moment before adding, "Or mother and father for that matter," Satisfied with his hair, he started straightening his tie. Soul scoffed quietly,
"Yeah, wouldn't want to let down Mummy and Daddy," He scowled, saying their titles with as much venom as possible. Wes just smirked,
"God Soul, if you don't get rid of that rain cloud over your head you're going to ruin the wedding: Outdoor ceremony and all," He turned to face his younger brother whose scowl grew deeper, "Come on, let's go," he sighed as Soul stuffed his hands roughly into the pockets of his dress pants and strode out of the room quickly.
"Yeah, whatever," Soul muttered, hurrying down the stairs, Wes following behind him slowly. This was a new habit of Wes's that Soul couldn't stand: making the world wait for him. His recent musical success had not only gotten him piles of money and a new girlfriend (soon to be wife), but had also given him the pride and arrogance of a true Evans. Soul wanted to gag. This whole day was turning out to be the nightmare he knew it would be.
The ceremony was overdone. Everything was overdone when it came to his family. Soul stood awkwardly under the large canopy of flowers, fabric and lace that his mother had designed for the outdoor wedding. He tried desperately not to encourage one of the blonde bride's maids who was staring at him alluringly (or at least trying to) from across the alter. His brother beside him, everyone stood as the bride rounded the corner and began waltzing down the aisle. Soul rolled his eyes at her huge dress, the train going ten feet behind her. It wasn't that he hated her, he just didn't know her. He was pretty sure Wes didn't' know her either. Her name was Rosette and she was the only daughter of Death City's real estate tycoon Richard Harriet. This marriage would work nicely for both families, and Wes was all about things working nicely when it came to money and impressing his parents. Soul swore he'd never get married if it meant his family picking the girl.
She made it to the front after what seemed like an eternity and the minister (Soul thought he remembered his name was Justin or something like that) began reading the vows. Soul yawned outright, resulting in a hushed whisper of distaste from his mother in the first pew. He simply met her glare by grinning a drooling, lopsided smile her direction and then watched lazily as the ceremony continued. His eyes wandered once, to one of his only friends who were invited to the wedding: Death the Kid sat three rows back and smiled at Soul when he made eye contact. Being the son of the mayor granted him an invitation, he's polite and social personality sealed that for the Evan's family, but he's real and 'no-bullshit' attitude made him a good guy in Soul's eyes. He was glad someone he didn't hate was here.
He thought he was going to be sick when the couple kissed awkwardly, Wes smiling artificially out at the crowd. Rosette was beautiful, in that overdone-question what parts of her body were purchased- kind of way. Soul smirked at the thought as the couple traipsed down the cobblestone aisle waving happily to their guests as rose petals were released to float down among the crowd.
"They're here!" Liz squealed happily as the girls proceeded to line up, a standard when greeting the guests. Maka groaned and shot Tsubaki a look,
"Let's just get this over with," She mumbled.
The guests poured in to the room as each of the girls smiled and welcomed them. The wedding was huge, much larger than they usually hosted but this was the nicest venue in town and in retrospect, the mother of the groom had arranged and paid professionals from New York or someplace like that to come and do all the décor as well as the food. The girls were just there to serve and Marie was just there to overlook. The guests piled in, commenting wildly on the beautiful setting before the MC of the night grabbed their attention to introduce the head table. Maka held her breath, praying they wouldn't be as snobby as promised.
They were. Each came in an overdone, elegant manner that make Maka want to scowl. All but one at least, the youngest Evan's as he was introduced trudged in and hurried to the table, not even waiting for the MC to finish his usual introduction. He plopped himself down at the table and leaned on his hand looking bored.
The evening began with dinner. The main thing Maka noticed, besides the general air these people seemed to carry around them, was their appearance. Both sons in the Evan's family had stark white hair, resembling that of their mother, despite the jet black hair of their father. Furthermore, the youngest one, whose name escaped Maka at the moment had crimson red eyes that she had to force herself from staring into as she introduced herself to them. His father was the other with red eyes, but they weren't nearly as intense as the sons. The groom had blue eyes, similarly to his mother but the jagged teeth she saw on the youngest; she couldn't place anywhere. He was handsome. The bride's family was utterly normal (for a rich family); she had too many brides' maids (as Maka assumed there would be) and each wore a fitted red dress, tight, short and strapless. The blonde one seemed very interested in the youngest Evans
She took their food order, leaving him for last.
"And what can I get you?" she tried to sound cheery as she stood over him. He glanced at her briefly,
"You can get me the fuck out of here," he growled at her huskily. A response she had not warranted,
"I-I'm sorry?" She stammered. He just smirked up at her,
"A beer would be great," He grimaced a smile at her, and she gritted her teeth: just the same as the others: Snobby and rude.
"Well, I'm asking what you would like to eat since I've already brought you three beers and you've been sitting here for only half an hour," she said it more rudely then she meant to. He looked shocked for a moment before smirking, he was about to speak when the blonde bridesmaid (who had conveniently switched spots with another in an obvious attempt to be closer to him) spoke up,
"Excuse me? Do you know who this is?" She asked, her eyes narrowed, "He's Soul Evan's. And in case you didn't get that, let me say it again; EVAN'S," she looked pleased with herself as she turned to Soul. Maka tightened her grip on her pen,
"I don't care who he is," She hissed, "I'm wondering about food," she hoped she wouldn't be fired for this. Soul looked at the blonde for a moment then back to Maka,
"Sorry, what was your name again?"
"Angela!" The blonde blurted out, Soul glared at her,
"No, not you," he looked up at Maka, "you." Her shoulders sagged slightly, knowing that once she told him she'd probably be complained about to Nygas,
"It's Maka," she mumbled
"Cute," he said, his eyes lightening slightly. He seemed to actually smile a little, "I like it." Maka and Angela both blinked, incredulous.
"O-oh, thanks," Maka mumbled awkwardly, her cheeks reddening. She now definitely wanted to run away. Soul smirked before leaning back,
"Chicken,"
"Pardon me?"
"… I'll have the chicken?"
"Oh. OH! Yes, yes right away!" Maka fumbled back to the kitchen with her order list and burst through the doors. What was going on with her?
She made it through dinner, somehow. Between the bride not liking the food especially (and making her sentiments known frequently), the mother of the groom raving non-stop about her work on the décor and general splendor, the blonde (Angela, Maka thought it was) giving her the dirtiest looks imaginable and the youngest Evan's; Soul, making what seemed to be advances: Maka was exhausted. She had successfully served the starters, the two main dishes and the desert. All that remained was the dancing and entertainment segments of the night, where it became all the server's main duties to waltz around the guests with trays of drinks or pastries or chocolates or whatever other ridiculous food the Evan's demanded.
The tables of people were dismissed, as some other hired décor staff moved the tables to previously planned spaces, making the already respectable dance floor much more grand and overwhelming. Suddenly, thousands of twinkling lights turned on underneath the swaths of fabric, a large and expensive disco ball was lowered, as well as professional ballroom lighting. Maka's eyes grew wide as a very large platform was wheeled in by eight men. On this platform was an orchestra of sorts: it was too small to be in a symphony, but much too large to be considered a band. Maka rolled her eyes. The orchestra began playing soft music as it was time for the bride and grooms first dance. Maka stood by the bar, watching the various guests come up for their drinks. Of course it was open bar, if the family had money enough to rent this hall, they had money for an open bar. Tsubaki slipped into the kitchen, catching Maka by the wrist and dragging her along with her.
"What the-" Maka almost tripped over her heels as Tsubaki looked at her urgently,
"Maka," She breathed, "I think… well… that is, Patty and Liz told me to tell you that… I mean, it's just…" She rubbed the back of her neck uncomfortably,
"What? Just say it before Mrs. Evans lops of my head for standing back here," Maka rolled her eyes,
"I think that Soul Evans has been hitting on you all night!" The words rushed out quickly as Maka's face turned a few shades redder.
"He is not," She whispered harshly, dragging Tsubaki out the door and back to the party, "And don't let anyone else catch you talking like that or you'll be fired for sure!"
"O-oh, you're right," Tsubaki flushed as they stood beside the bar, "Forgive me Maka, I didn't mean to be rude," She scuffed the ground a little,
"No," Maka sighed, "it's fine. I'm just a little—"
"Hey," Maka froze, interrupted by the very man they had been discussing. She hadn't noticed him leaning causally against the bar, that stupid smug grin on his face. Maka turned to him slowly,
"Y-yes?" She stammered, "What can I get for you?" She glanced at Tsubaki who gave her a knowing smile before fetching a tray of drinks and disappearing into a crowd.
"Someone with a brain who I can actually talk to," He yawned, stretching his arms out about him causally. Maka couldn't help but notice just how sharp his teeth were, and found herself amazed at how interested she was in them, "And look, I found one," he grinned as he took a step towards her.
"Well," she said, trying to get herself out of this situation, "What about the bridesmaids? They all seem—"
"Oh cut the crap, I'm not going to get you fired for being honest. You hate them." He smirked at her knowingly, his crimson gaze scrutinizing her. She couldn't help but feel irritated,
"Okay fine," She gritted, "They're obnoxious," She glanced over her shoulder guilty, as Soul snorted a laugh. The guests were all gathered around the newlywed couple as they spun elegantly around the dance floor, Maka's eyes focused on them for a moment. She jumped when she felt Soul's breath at her ear,
"And why," he purred, causing a shiver to run down her spine. Again she hadn't heard his silent movement toward her. She froze and blinked twice as he leaned away, looking at her face, his trademark smirk on his lips. Suddenly, Maka snapped out of it, her anger taking the place of her shock,
"Because they're snobby and stuck up and rich and—and…" She trailed off when she realized all these things were probably true about Soul as well. She felt something tighten in her gut when he full out grinned at her,
"I like you," He said, brushing the bangs out of her eyes slightly, again surprising her; a blush creeping to her cheeks. He laughed, "You're all sorts of cool," and before Maka could find her voice, he walked swiftly to the dance floor where the whole wedding party was dancing, uninterestedly took the maid of honors hand and begun the elegant waltz the group was completing.
The dance finished and Soul nodded dully at the maid of honor who thanked him lavishly for the dance. His eyes scanned the crowd for the serving girl he had grown so fond of. He couldn't locate her and puffed out a breath of air frustrated; he'd have to find her again. He was still slightly annoyed that he had had to cut their conversation short, but facing his mother's wrath about missing the only dance he was required to do didn't seem worth it.
He was pretty sure he might be wrong about that though.
He leaned casually against the wall of the room as the other guests began dancing to the music. Soul had to admit, the selection was pretty good; he was mildly impressed. Of course the music for the night had to be superb. It was the Evan's family after all, and the orchestra was hand-picked by his father; made up of only his best students. They had practised for this night intensively.
"This is a beautiful event," Soul turned to see Death the Kid, leaning against the wall beside him,
"Yeah, that's what it is," he responded sarcastically,
"No, really, the symmetry of this room is positively magnificent," Kid raved, taking in the perfection of it all. Soul snorted derisively,
"Well I'm glad you like it," He turned to Kid who merely smirked back,
"You really hate all this huh?"
"Not all of it," Soul admitted. Kid raised an eyebrow,
"No? Then what—" Kid noticed that Soul was staring at the head tables serving girl as she smiled politely at an older gentleman, genuinely laughing when he made a remark about her hair as it would seem, as he reached up and tugged one of her pigtails. She beamed at him before offering him whatever was on the platter she was holding, "Ohh," Kid said knowingly; Soul shrugged and grinned in return.
"Whatever," He said, tapping his finger against the wall absent mindedly.
"Well," Kid said, standing up straight, "I've made quite friendly with the twin waitresses, if you need my assistance, which I'm quite sure you won't, you know where I'll be," He smiled at Soul before wandering off to the group of dancers, making small talk with his father's colleagues. Soul watched as Maka wandered back the bar, looking out the dancing couples. He sauntered over to her, but this time she saw him coming,
"Would you quit it?" She hissed at him as he approached,
"Quit what?"
"Talking to me!"
"Why should I do that?" Soul raised a brow at her when she flushed again,
"Because," She said piling more drinks onto her tray, "It looks like I'm not working and…"
"…And?" He encouraged. She furrowed her brows,
"And your family would really hate you telling someone like me, that you like me or… whatever. I don't even know you!" She paused for a moment, and Soul got another look at those deep green eyes; they were perfect. He couldn't help notice her long slender legs and cute pig-tailed hair. He grinned at her wickedly,
"So then let's get outta here,"
"N-no! Did you not just hear anything I said?" She started walking into the crowd of people, but Soul followed closely,
"Yeah, if you're gone no one will have to see you 'not working' which I'm honestly starting to believe is just physically impossible for you," He grabbed her wrist gently and turned her towards him, "And you wouldn't be freaked out by my family." She pulled her wrist away, stepping in boldly towards him,
"I'm not 'freaked out' by your family," She said, nose to nose with him, "They just don't seem… nice," They were surrounded by people, but they might as well have been alone,
"That's because they're not nice," Soul said quietly, still smirking at her, "But if you won't get out of here with me," He murmured, his hand slowly removing the tray from her hands, all the while keeping intense eye-contact with her, and placing it on the table right beside him, "I'll have to convince you I'm not so bad here," His hand moved to her waist, while the other captured her hand. He brought I up gently and pulled her into him,
"What are you doing?" Maka hissed trying to escape the dancing position he had her in,
"I'm dancing with you, what does it look like?" He blinked stupidly,
"I'm no one, everyone's going to see," she blushed but followed his lead as they waltzed together slowly, the orchestra leading them through a beautiful musical build. Soul chuckled, bringing her in closer to him,
"Liar," he muttered into her ear, "I know you're not no one,"
The night had somehow ended. She wasn't sure exactly when or exactly how but she spent the rest of the night serving in a complete blur. After her unconventional dance with Soul she met with a very angry blonde bridesmaid as well as some very excited Thompson sisters. The party lasted all night, and Soul followed her around a fair bit, teasing her, making her laugh: she had grown increasingly fonder of him as the night went on, so needless to say, when he left without even saying Goodbye with the rest of the wedding party, she was more than a little sad.
Maka was staying to help count the till and deal with the dishes as always. Her attitude had been on a rollercoaster all night, but had settled on gloomy with the prospect of never seeing Soul again looming over her head. It wasn't as if someone like her could just walk right up the Evan's mansion and buzz them
Hello, I'm that random girl who served at your wedding, Soul seemed nice, we danced awkwardly you might remember: Could you send him out?
Maka frowned, shutting the till and writing the number on the pad of paper beside it. She plopped down onto the stool and buried her head in her folded arms on the bar. Tsubaki had left; Maka would need to call a cab unless she wanted to stay even later and help Nygas finish up instructing the cleaning.
As she toyed with this thought she heard the front door close quietly, she sat up groggily and glanced over to the noise. Her mouth fell open and she must have done a quadruple take, or maybe her eyes were just bulging out of her head as the snowy haired, red eyed, jagged tooth Evan's sauntered over to her, a motorcycle helmet under his arm. He grinned at her,
"Sorry that took so long," he said, sitting down beside her, "I had to go back with them to grab my bike," Maka's mouth still hung open, so he waved his hand in front of her face, "Uhh, did I break you or something?" he asked
"You came back?" She whispered,
"Yeah," He said, as if stating the obvious,
"To drive me home?"
"Yeah…"
"You came back, to drive me home?"
"… Have you been drinking or something?" Soul leaned in to smell her breathe suspiciously, but was met with Maka throwing her arms around his neck unceremoniously,
"You didn't have to do that! I thought you were gone and that I wouldn't see you again," She admitted, releasing him. He blushed a little,
"That would be totally uncool," He murmured as she beamed at him. He rubbed the back of his neck, "Okay, whatever, let's get outta here." He stood up and she followed quickly,
"Okay," She grinned, a warmth she hadn't felt before filling her,
"Alright my bikes just outside," Maka stopped,
"Wait…" She said, looking at the helmet, "You're BIKE?"
Soul grinned wickedly,
"Let's go," he grabbed her hand and dragged her outside, her protesting his constant companion the entire way home.
He really did quite like this Maka.
And truthfully, she was rather fond of Soul, even if he was an Evans.
Well, there you have it! I hope you like this! I started it a while ago, but now that school is on break I FINALLY finished it.
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